This time it was bloody.

The people who came to fight did not react at all.

Fu Jiu had already kicked one of them to the ground, and her movements were also cruel and cool, with cold eyes, so she only kicked at one person, and there was no intention of stopping.

No one expected that a boy would be so cruel when he became cruel.

Junko's face turned pale as she looked at her side.

He said to the person next to him: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and take action!"

The gangsters finally reacted and were about to rush over.

However, before they could get close to the boy half a meter.

There was a strong storm coming!

It was Qin Mo. He picked up the wine bottle on the wooden table with his right hand and directly shot someone’s headshot!

Such skills are probably even more terrifying than Fu Jiulai.

The fingers were covered with blood, but they did not affect his overall temperament at all.

The perfect abdominal muscles, full of smooth and linearity, caused exclamations from the audience as he waved the wine glass.

If someone is even fighting, it's too beautiful.

Then he is really handsome.

Qin Mo is such a person.

The tall and slender silhouette was paired with his deep eyes and calm expression.

Those who can do things feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"Baga!"

The person who came to ask for trouble cursed!

Who did Junko mess with this time? How could it be so difficult to deal with!

What about the promised Chinese soft-foot shrimp?

When the pain came, they only felt a dizzy and darkness.

However, men's attention does not seem to be entirely focused on them.

Compared to them, he seemed to care more about the silver-haired boy.

Only then did those people notice that the boy had not stopped moving since the beginning.

Is he going to kick Kumamoto to death?

That Kumamoto is a big man. When did he be beaten like this?

But now not only did he not have the strength to fight back, but even he could not resist the pain even with his head held.

Too cruel.

The force that kicked him.

Female horse's!

His back bone must have been damaged!

"Stop, stop!"

Kumamoto almost begged for pain.

But Fu Jiu just curled his lips and smiled, and kicked him again with a bang!

Then he bent down in a very handsome posture and picked up Kumamoto, followed by a heavy punch!

"Stop? Are you dreaming?"

Fu Jiu admitted that she could no longer control herself.

That's because she never thought that the great god would be injured.

And she was injured.

This is something that cannot be tolerated no matter how it is.

"Which hand did you just hold the wine glass?"

Fu Jiu looked at the man who was knocked to the ground by her, his eyes wandered, like a demon walking out of the comics, and asked in a low voice as if no one else was around: "Is this one?"

She said as she looked at Kumamoto's right hand: "Or this one?"

"Oh, of course, I can also kick your back. After all, you hit my brother's back, right?"

When Fu Jiu said this again, he was really murderous.

Not the kind of people who just want to fool.

But a real murderous aura.

At that moment, Kumamoto almost felt dead!

Fu Jiu also raised his long legs again with a smile.

But at that moment, an arm stretched towards Fu Jiu.
Chapter completed!